Little Bean's Stylish Pee

As a professional territory-grabber, Little Bean understood that time was wealth and opportunity was money. How could it let such a perfect chance slip by? Marking the other party's body as its territory was what a professional territory-grabber ought to do.

Because this was a psychological blow! Fine, Little Bean was smart, just like people. Besides claiming territory, it had its usual pissy nature: it would disgust you without negotiation. Being with Chef Qin was fate, after all.

It went for it. Just as the two were about to unleash their full strength, Little Bean delivered a finishing assist and struck from behind. That stream of pee flowed freely. It felt great, though a little cold, because it had lost some heat.

That pee left Qin Fen utterly embarrassed and at a loss. Heavens, are you kidding me? As its owner... damn it, is this really okay? There are people watching right beside us. Being the owner was pressure enough.

That pee was downright insane. Chen Muyuan had never expected this. He knew Chihuahuas were annoying and loved barking, but this thing did not bark. Just as the saying went, dogs that bite do not bark. Yet this damn thing actually peed on him. He was miserable. He felt a little warm, and beneath his feet, it was wet. A huge yellow stain spread across the light-colored cuff of his pants.

That pee changed the looks in everyone's eyes. Their bodies shook because they were holding it in so hard that their stomachs hurt from laughing.

That pee left Chen Muyuan's lackeys collectively speechless. A taekwondo black belt had been bullied by a chihuahua! Was there any justice left? It was a chihuahua no bigger than a palm!

How was this supposed to end? The staff and assistant director had